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longing to him that they should have had consideration for.
‘Silence!’ cried Mr. Mell, suddenly rising up, and striking
his desk with the book. ‘What does this mean! It’s impos-
sible to bear it. It’s maddening. How can you do it to me,
boys?’
It was my book that he struck his desk with; and as I
stood beside him, following his eye as it glanced round
the room, I saw the boys all stop, some suddenly surprised,
some half afraid, and some sorry perhaps.
Steerforth’s place was at the bottom of the school, at the
opposite end of the long room. He was lounging with his
back against the wall, and his hands in his pockets, and
looked at Mr. Mell with his mouth shut up as if he were
whistling, when Mr. Mell looked at him.
‘Silence, Mr. Steerforth!’ said Mr. Mell.
‘Silence yourself,’ said Steerforth, turning red. ‘Whom
are you talking to?’
‘Sit down,’ said Mr. Mell.
‘Sit down yourself,’ said Steerforth, ‘and mind your busi-
ness.’
There was a titter, and some applause; but Mr. Mell was
so white, that silence immediately succeeded; and one boy,
who had darted out behind him to imitate his mother again,
changed his mind, and pretended to want a pen mended.
‘If you think, Steerforth,’ said Mr. Mell, ‘that I am not ac-
quainted with the power you can establish over any mind
here’ - he laid his hand, without considering what he did
(as I supposed), upon my head - ‘or that I have not observed
you, within a few minutes, urging your juniors on to every

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